The thing about running an animal shelter was, whatever the weather, the animals still needed to be fed. And so Zack was out and about today, in the storm, making his way with Girl (who had been very insistent on going with him, and who seemed to be handling the weather well, what with initially being from a place called Glacia) back from doing his rounds of Furnado.
To his relief, the island had provided the place with a fireplace, which it had caged off thoroughly in order to avoid any animal-related fire incidents, and none of the tanks had so much as wavered in temperature. The birds seemed to be doing fine. The chickens on the roof were... well. They were cranky but otherwise fine themselves.
And Zack, who had gone outside in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, was now stopping to kind of blink at the pair in the snowbank. He was pretty sure most people didn't generally go outside in weather like this to sit in those, but hey, what did he know? He'd been raised in a jungle.
"Is that comfortable?" Girl trotted over to sniff at Rosa's feet. "Or would you like a hand getting out of there?"
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To his relief, the island had provided the place with a fireplace, which it had caged off thoroughly in order to avoid any animal-related fire incidents, and none of the tanks had so much as wavered in temperature. The birds seemed to be doing fine. The chickens on the roof were... well. They were cranky but otherwise fine themselves.
And Zack, who had gone outside in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, was now stopping to kind of blink at the pair in the snowbank. He was pretty sure most people didn't generally go outside in weather like this to sit in those, but hey, what did he know? He'd been raised in a jungle.
"Is that comfortable?" Girl trotted over to sniff at Rosa's feet. "Or would you like a hand getting out of there?"